Chapter 11

“Have you got supplies, condoms, lube?” I kiss up his neck and nip his earlobe, but Brodie stiffens and lets out a plaintive groan.

“I’ve got lube, but no condoms. Fuck!” He shifts, and I slide off him. He reaches for his side table and pulls out the lube, then grabs his phone and scrolls through it. “I’m clear.” He shows me an email with test results.

“I don’t have my results, but I am too. But we can do other stuff. We don’t have to fuck to get off.”

“I know that. You sucked my brains out of my balls half an hour ago. I’m happy to go without a condom, but it’s your call. I trust you.” He rolls onto me. He’s heavier than me, but the weight feels good. I’ve always loved being with men more than women. I love the solidity of a firm man, the way he can give as good as he gets when it comes to swapping and changing positions.

He trusts me. And I trust him. Do I want to fuck him bareback? Abso-fucking-lutely. Just the thought has my dick throbbing and nudging against him. “Yeah, I want that too.”

And just like that, I’m opening the lube. “Turn around.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I want to watch as I sink my fingers inside you, as I stretch you open.” A blush spreads from his neck over his face. “God, you’re beautiful.”

Instead of answering, he smiles shyly and turns around so his back is to me. “You can’t say shit like that to me.”

“Why? It’s true. Now get on your hands and knees.” As he does, I kneel up behind him and place a kiss on each cheek, then spread them apart to get a good look at his hole. “Beautiful.” I lick a stripe up over his taint and pucker. The ring flutters under my tongue.

Brodie wiggles. “Fuck, that’s even better than I imagined. Do it again.”

“I’ve created a monster.” I laugh and give his arse a swat but oblige and get back to stretching his hole. Putting rimming high on my to-do list.

After my fingers have got him nice and loose, I flip him onto his back and push his thick, muscular thighs up to his ribcage. He grabs them as I line up my cock. “Ready? You sure about going bare?” I’ve never been so happy I’m regularly tested.

He nods, his eyes glassy. “So ready.”

The blunt head of my dick slips into his arse easily. Good thing I took my time getting him good and ready. Still, I stop and let him adjust to the intrusion. “Breathe, baby. It’s going to feel so good.”

He lets out a whoosh of breath. “I’m ready. It’s good.”

I’ve never been in a man’s arse without a condom, and the sensation, the slick walls, the rippling muscles as I sink deeper and deeper, takes my breath away. “Oh, god, this is good, so, so good. You feel incredible.”

“You do too, but I want more. Give it to me, darling. Give me everything.” His eyes go wide at his endearment. I lean forward so my balls hit his cheeks, and I’m inside him up to the hilt. As our tongues dance, I fuck him with long hard strokes, pulling back so only the head is at his entrance and slamming back in. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build, but I want him to come first and grab his dick. As I pump his cock in time with my thrusts, Brodie screams out his orgasm. Spunk drips over my fist and splatters on his abs as his channel tightens around my dick. I can’t hold on any longer. My cum fires deep inside him as he milks it from me, squeezing every last drop.

Exhausted, I slump over him, my head in his neck as I pant, eager to get oxygen back into my lungs. Brodie slides his hands up and down my back as he ducks his head and kisses me. “So good, so bloody good.”

When I lift my head and peel my body off his, the sticky mess squelches and we both grimace but with smiles on our faces. “I’ll get a cloth.” I kiss him and clamber off the bed, my legs shaking. “You’ve killed me.” I chuckle.

“What a way to go.” Brodie props up on his elbows as I walk out of the bedroom. I grab the cloth, run it under the tap, and wipe myself, then rinse it. When I get back in the bedroom, Brodie is lying with his arm over his eyes. Is something wrong? Does he regret this? “Hey, you okay.”

When I sit on the edge of the bed, he lowers his arm. “Yeah. That was something else.”

“Oh. A good something else or a bad one?”

He pushes up to sit, takes the cloth from me, and cleans his stomach. “A very, very good something else. It was incredible.” He leans closer and cups my jaw. “You made me see stars. Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me for that, babe.” I pull him down so we’re facing each other, our heads on separate pillows but still close. “What happens next?”

He blinks slowly. “You’ve worn me out. I was thinking sleep, then doing it again in the morning.”

“I can get on board with that.” I lean in and kiss him.

A few minutes later, Brodie is asleep, his face relaxed, his long, dark eyelashes fanned over his cheeks. He is a strikingly beautiful man. Do I really have a chance with him? What will Drew think? He knows I’ve never wanted anything serious. Will he believe me when I tell him how serious I am about Brodie? Probably not, but I don’t need his approval. Brodie is the only person I’m interested in, the only man I want to be with. Everything I’ve done in the past is going to stay there.

Merrick is another issue altogether. What is he going to say? Truthfully, I don’t give a shit what anyone thinks as long as Brodie wants me. Is he coming into this with his eyes wide open? Will him being bi affect his business? I wouldn’t be surprised if a few ladies were crushing on him. I’m guessing, but I think he’ll take it all in his stride and won’t be fazed by any talk.

I succumb to the sleep creeping up on me. We can talk through what happens next tomorrow.

I wake up with the covers pushed off me and a hot, wet mouth wrapped around my cock. I open my eyes and look down. Brodie is staring up at me, humour sparkling in his sea-green eyes. He pops off my dick and leans over me. “Good morning. I thought I’d get practising. I can’t promise to be as good as you, but it’s a challenge I’m happy to take.”

“Hmm, me too. I’m always available for that.”

With a smutty grin, he kisses me and gets back down between my legs. His enthusiasm outweighs his skill, but still, it doesn’t take long before my orgasm builds. “Brodie, I’m close. You need to pull off.”

He doesn’t, though. His cheeks hollow as he pumps his fist up and down my rod. “Fuck!” I cry out as I come. Brodie coughs and splutters as he swallows my load but comes up laughing and wipes the mess off his chin.

“Fuck, that was messy. I definitely need more practice. You make it look easier than it is.”

I can’t help but laugh and haul him up to me. “You missed a spot.” I lick over the speckle to the side of his lip, then slide my tongue into his mouth. He sucks it, and I moan as he grinds his hips into my groin, his erection hard as steel.

“I need you inside me,” he groans.